Before you kiss someone for the first time, just wait.
Take a second to look at them. They are so new, so unfamiliar. Right now you don’t know how they taste, how their hands will press against your skin, how they’ll breathe. You won’t see them like this again.
Look at them wanting - the apprehension in their eyes. They don’t know either. In their mind you are uncharted territory.
Isn’t that special?
Keep it. That’s how you’ll never lose them. Every so often afterwards look at them through these eyes. Don’t lose that wonder. Don’t lose the spark.
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #197
We are entering some unbelievably uncharted territory here. We live now in a country where Merriam-Webster is performing a public service for us. They were quick on calling out that “unpresidented” tweet and now this. Bravo. I will continue to share their sneakiness with you all.
This is huge. Really huge. Trust me on this. I’m just old enough that I remember coming home from school and having nothing to watch on TV because the Watergate hearings were on every channel. (This was back when we had only like 6 VHF channels and a couple of UHF channels in Los Angeles.) I also vaguely remember when Richard Nixon resigned the presidency, because it was such an historical event.
The Nixon presidency was incredibly dirty and corrupt, but I have to believe what’s going on with the Trump administration right now makes Watergate look like a Sunday picnic. This has to lead to Congressional hearings and quite possibly impeachment proceedings against Lord Dampnut. Mike Pence should likely be in the crosshairs as well, because this simply can’t be only Lord Dampnut’s doing. His entire cadre of minions are suspect.
If it goes all the way to impeachment, I also can’t help but wonder if there’s any chance of a presidential election do-ever. I know this is absolutely unprecedented, but Russia manipulated things to make sure the Republicans got in power not only in the White House but also in Congress, so I don’t know if having Paul Ryan end up as president because he’s speaker of the house is the right outcome.
All I can say is, we are most definitely in uncharted territory right now. So hang on tight, because this is most definitely going to be a very bumpy ride.
A short little piece of fluff of a moment between Betty and Jughead shared on a couch.
This ship inspires a need to write fluff like never before, it’s too cute and completely uncharted territory for me to be writing something so fluffy.
She wasn’t sure what they were. When Veronica had asked her why he had comforted her in such an intimate way she didn’t know what to say. She told her the truth he had been comforting her and she had found comfort in the most unlikely of places. That he was helping her through what had been one of the most difficult times of her life. She hadn’t even told her that they had kissed.
The pair found themselves on the couch of the Blue and Gold offices well after school had finished and they had continued to work on the school paper, while the case of Jason Blossom had dried up for the time being. With his head resting on her lap Betty found herself reminiscing about the little touches they shared. The way he would reach for her hand as he walked her home and how in turn she would hold on to his arm or placing her hand on his cheek. They were such simple gestures, on the surface so insignificant and inconsequential but to her they meant everything.
She absent mindedly moved her finger tips across his forehead, brushing away the hair that had settled there as he continued to read out his latest article to her as she listened attentively.
She didn’t want to put a label on it, what was occurring between them. She felt as though they were two ships lost at sea who had found each other. They both had their own problems, both trying to survive being a teenager with their own separate challenges. Her with a mum who was protective to the degree of being psychotic and him with a dad who just couldn’t get it right. It was this that brought them together in addition to their need to find Jason Blossom’s killer. Maybe that was why they both had latched onto this case as an interest, it was something else to focus on rather than the homes that they came from and the perceptions of who they should be that they were trying so desperately to distance themselves from.
The others didn’t get it, Archie’s dad was supportive and kind, Veronica’s mum cared for her daughter in a way that Betty envied, and Kevin had his dad supporting him through his coming out and the towns reaction, he would protect his son through it all. But her and Jughead they knew what it was like when your parents didn’t quite measure up the way you hoped they would, they understood what it felt like to be disappointed by your parents again and again and needing a soft place to land. Maybe that was what they were to each other a soft place to land.
“Betts, are you listening?” The change in his voice broke her away from her thoughts and she realised that he had now finished and was looking at her expectedly for her response.
“Sorry Juggie I just drifted off.” She explained. Turning her head away from him.
“Somewhere nice?” He asked intrigued as to where her thoughts had taken her.
“Not really. Just thinking.”
“I assume about my mind altering article on why our school mascot is a mongoose. Thanks again for the plum assignment.” He stated sarcasm tingeing his voice.
“It’s been a slow news week.” She explained. “But you have done wonders with it.”
“Good.” He smiled up at her, moving aside the printed article to rest on his chest and closed his eyes, as she continued to play with his hair.
He still couldn’t believe this was happening. Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones sharing an intimate moment. He had been afraid that once their friends had found about them that she would have distanced herself, that maybe this was a phase she was going through and while it was behind closed doors it was fine but outside in the real world where everyone could see that he wouldn’t be enough.
When he had been dragged away from school in the Sherrif Keller’s car he was sure that that would be the final nail in the coffin. The gorgeous golden girl Betty Cooper would not want to be associated with a suspected murderer. The boy from the wrong side of the tracks and a criminal record. But there she had been, holding his hands, reassuring him that she knew who he was she knew the real him and there was such trust in her eyes that he had felt safer just knowing that she was on his side. That if she was there he could make it through.
He found himself reaching for her constantly needing to feel her skin, her presence near him. It calmed him knowing that she was close.
They hadn’t talked about their relationship, he didn’t want to jinx it, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. He knew their friends were calling them ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’ and they hadn’t corrected them.
“Can I?” Her voice broke into his thoughts and he noticed that she was motioning to his beanie. He nodded and she removed it, delicately placing it on the armrest of the couch. Her fingers returned to move through his hair, fingertips brushing against his scalp as he moaned his approval. She continued to massage his scalp delighting in the sounds he was making, knowing that she could bring him some peace. They stayed that way for a while her fingers moving across his scalp, directed at the areas that produced the greatest response. He felt like he was dreaming, completely at rest, safe in her arms.
“Betts,” He whispered to her even though they were the only two in the room.
“Yeah.” She whispered back
“We are going to stick together aren’t we? Through this even after we find out who killed Jason, if we do?” He kept his eyes closed not sure he could look straight into her eyes while he asked her. This was the most directly they had spoken about what was going on between them.
“I would like that Juggie.” He opened his eyes to find her smiling down at him, he could lose himself in those eyes. They felt like home. He shifted his body to move up and capture her lips with his. Before resting his head again in her lap, his arm moving to around her shoulders and closing his eyes. Safe and content he felt as though his ship had finally come into port.
Synopsis: For all she knew, Min Yoongi was only an excellent student, a diligent Prefect, and an ill-tempered classmate; but that was not all he was.Dark marks spread over his body like ink, macabre filigrees decorating his skin that were the sole proof that he kept a secret, a dangerous one, that Guinevere was dying to discover.
this is something very personal to me that i felt necessary to share, so that maybe many other people can understand
we need to talk more about mixed topics. the discourse revolving around biracial/multiracial people is practically non-existent and it needs to be. too many times i’ve talked to fellow multiracial people and have them express how unhappy they are, but they just accept this treatment because there’s “nothing we can do.” now granted, this is pretty uncharted territory, because the normalcy of being multiracial is increasing drastically. but we need to talk about it.
mixed people get excluded from social issues by monoracial people because they are not “enough.” they will be told to choose a side, they will be told that they’re aren’t REALLY a certain race because it makes up a percentage of them, and not the whole. they will be fetishized by rappers and the media because they’re “exotic,” people will say how they “want mixed babies because they’re just so cute!” they will go through the identity crisis of feeling like they don’t belong to something in a world that is so obsessed with categorizing people. in 2017 we need to stop treating multiracial people as if they’re a recipe that can be messed up, we need to stop calculating their percentages as if that really matters, and we need to stop ignoring what they have to say.
EVERYONE REBLOG THIS. whether you’re multiracial, biracial, monoracial, white, etc. reblog it.
FOR THIS THEME WEEK I THOUGHT I’D TRY SOMETHING DIFFERENT. Basically I’ll draw a creature based off a song that you share with me per request box message. Thought it’d be interesting to hear your music choices while doing something in uncharted territory, if that at all makes sense!
Soooo, for this song I made a desert-dwelling fallen angel(seraphim), regretful of their rebellious choices and protecting humanity from their extended family.
I can explain more but this is enough type already. Can’t wait to see what you request!
Rating: Mature. Strong language, some c-words for example. Sexual content. Obviously.
If you are looking for one of those stories in which Newt is shy and unassertive or unsure- keep looking. In my headcanon he’s very confident when it comes to things he’s certain of. And uh, of this he is certain.
Elide’s scream pierced through the palace grounds of Perranth. Her screams, begging for Lorcan. Her screams, begging for the pain to end. She held onto Asterin and Vesta by her sides, as their iron claws dug into her arms, but the pain was nothing in comparison to the pain between her legs.
She closed her eyes, willing the tears to stay behind her lids. But they slowly fell over her cheeks and dripped down her face. Manon’s voice slowly coaxed her through it, holding her head in her lap. She was surrounded by family, Manon, Vesta, Asterin, and the twins, Faline and Fallon. But she needed Lorcan.
“Briar and Edda are winnowing to Orynth as fast as they can, Elide. He’ll be here” Manon soothed her gently. She dragged a cool cloth against Elide’s cheek, wiping away the tears.
Elide arched her back again, stars exploding behind her eyes. Manon struggled to keep her down and Elide screamed Lorcan’s name. “He’s coming, Elide, he’s coming. Just deliver your witchling for him”
Elide wheezed and she nodded, staring up at Manon’s golden eyes. Manon smiled softly and she wiped down Elide’s face. Elide watched her best friend as Yrene Towers told her to push again. She screamed and Manon wrapped her arms around her, placing her hand on her forehead.
Elide was still burning and by the looks Asterin and Vesta gave, her fever wasn’t going down. “Come on Whitethorn” Manon rocked back and forth, holding Elide. None of them had the power to cool a person down like Rowan Whitethorn did.
Briar and Edda had been instructed to get Lorcan and Rowan as fast as they could. Rowan had to arrive first. If he didn’t, Elide wasn’t going to make it. Tears rolled down Asterin’s cheeks.
“Names,” Asterin choked out and she forced a smile onto her face. She pressed her brow against Elide’s arm tightly, sobbing. “You need names, Elide”
“Names? Two?” Elide sat up, trying to look between her legs. The twins pulled her dress higher, blocking her view. Elide sat back and she spread her legs wider, swallowing harshly. “Callie and Marion”
Manon nodded. She smiled and ignored as Elide’s skin burned hers. She was so hot. Manon kissed her forehead gently and she dipped the cloth in cold water, setting it over Elide’s forehead and eyes. “Relax, Elide, relax”
“Lorcan” Elide whispered. Asterin cried out and Manon glared at her, but tears fell from her own eyes. Vesta was rocking back and forth, burying her sobs in the mattress.
“I see a head,” Yrene whispered. She gave Manon a look and Manon wiped her eyes, nodding. She dug her nails into Elide’s shoulders, shocking her. Elide jumped and she cried out, pushing again. Their only hope was to save the witchlings.
“Come on, Elide. Don’t go to sleep” Manon soothed her gently. Elide shook her head as her breathing got erratic. Sweat dripped down her neck and Manon kissed her forehead again, grabbing another cool cloth from Vesta.
“Manon..” Elide whispered. She reached out and held Manon’s hand gently. She smiled and kissed her fingers, her throat bobbing. “Thank you” Asterin screamed, shaking Elide’s arm.
“Save Elide, dammit, save her” Asterin screamed, baring her iron teeth at Yrene. The twins bared their own back at Asterin, letting Yrene focus on the labor. “I’ll kill you, Yrene!” Asterin screamed, before looking back at Elide.
“And I’ll let you” Yrene whispered. She brushed her hair back, smearing red through the brown curls. She shook her head and dipped her hands in the already pink bowl, wiping them off quickly.
“Where is Whitethorn” Vesta growled, helping Manon with keeping Elide cool. Fallon reached out and she held down Elide’s arm, where Vesta used to be. Vesta fanned Elide quickly, tapping the witch’s face. “Eyes open, Elide, chin up”
“It’s hurts..” Elide whispered. She swallowed and her vision went blurry. She let out a long breath and she forced a smile onto her face. “Thank you for believing in the cripple” Asterin screamed.
Manon shoved her Second back and Asterin went slamming into the wall. She buried her face in her knees, wrapping her arms around herself. Her sobs filled the room, louder than Elide’s screams.
“It’s a boy” Yrene whispered. Everyone fell silent and looked back at Elide. Manon shook her face gently, then a bit harder.
“Elide, you have a son. Elide. Elide” Manon shook her face again, digging her iron claws into her shoulders, but Elide didn’t move. Manon paused and she brushed her hand down Elide’s face, closing her eyes. “Calore. His name is Calore” Manon said, swallowing harshly.
One of the twins grabbed the still born witchling, going to wash him off. Vesta cried out and she dropped to her knees, shaking her head quickly. Manon cleared her throat and she pulled Elide’s dress up. “Do it, Yrene” Manon met the eyes of the healer.
Yrene sniffed and she stood up. She climbed onto the bed and looked at Elide. “I’m sorry, Elide” Yrene brought the blade down and she sliced through skin and muscle. She handed the blade to Manon and reached inside, tears blinding her. “Manon, I don’t feel a-”
“Get Elide’s witchling” Manon growled and she closed her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks, curving down her neck. Yrene nodded and she pushed the muscles aside, calling Faline over to help her. Together they pulled Marion out, taking in the still born witchling.
“Marion” Manon breathed. She smiled and bent down, holding Elide gently. She let out a short lived sob before kissing Elide’s temple. “I’m so sorry for failing you, Elide”
Manon slid off the bed, pulling the sheet over Elide’s body. She grabbed Vesta and Asterin, hugging them tightly. They both cried against her body and she brushed their hair before telling them they needed to work together. So they set off, the twins helped Yrene sew Elide back together, and Manon, Asterin, and Vesta prepared Elide’s witchlings
“Where is she!” Lorcan bellowed. He tore through the palace of Perranth, storming down halls, cracking everything in sight. Rowan was behind him, walking just as fast.
Fenrys and Connall were winnowing Aelin, Aedion, and Lysandra in, but they had to take their time, or they would burn out. Lorcan bellowed again and he started running, following Elide’s scent.
The shadows, Edda and Briar, stood in his way. They put their hands up. Rowan noticed their tear stained faces and he stopped in his tracks. Lorcan was breathing hard and he glowered down at the twins. “Where. Is. My. Wife!?”
“Lorcan, calm down” Vesta stepped into the hallway. She tapped the two witches and they gratefully disappeared back into the shadows. Vesta sighed and she clasped her hand on her stomach. “You have a daughter and a son. Calore and Marion”
“Where is Elide?” Lorcan slammed Vesta into the wall. He wrapped his fingers around her neck, slowly pushing her up the wall. Vesta dug her iron claws into his hand, wheezing. Rowan grabbed Lorcan’s shoulder tightly.
“Let her go, Lorcan. Let her go” Rowan growled and Lorcan dropped Vesta. He stared down at the witch, tears brimming his eyes. He shook his head barging into the room.
Manon and Asterin turned around. Asterin screamed and she dropped to her knees, bracing her forehead against her knees. The Second began to howl and cry, rocking back and forth. Manon’s lips wobbled and she stepped aside, picking up Asterin.
“What…did you do…” Lorcan stumbled forward. Rowan followed him, after looking back at Asterin and Manon. They gave him sad looks before turning away, giving Lorcan a moment.
Lorcan screamed and he picked up a chair, chucking it through the window. He slowly lowered himself to his knees and he braced his chin on the table, pulling the bundles closer to him. Rowan backed away and he ducked his head into the nearest bin, before bile spilled from his mouth.
“No” Lorcan bellowed. He stared down at his son and his daughter, tears spilling from his eyes. He gripped the edge of the table, staring at them. He turned to Asterin and Manon, his legs shaking. “Elide…please, Manon, please give me Elide back”
Manon squeezed her eyes shut and she hugged onto Asterin harder. She shook her head, just once. Lorcan closed his eyes and his lips shook as he cried silently. He sniffed, before ducking his head down and throwing up as well.
The others barged into the room quickly and took in the sight. Fenrsy rushed to Asterin and he hugged her, burying his nose in her hair, sensing the sadness rolling off her. “Wildthing”
“She’s dead” Asterin cried into Fenrys’s chest. She gripped his shirt and sobbed loudly, slamming her fists against his chest. “What took you so long. Elide is dead!”
Aelin sank to her knees. “She’s not dead” Aelin shook her head and she licked her lips. She stared at Asterin Blackbeak as she fell apart in Fenrys’s arms. She had never seen Asterin show any emotion, only when it came to… “Elide!” Aelin screamed. Aedion and Lysandra hugged her tightly, and Aedion stroked his cousin’s hair, holding her face tightly.
“We’re so sorry, Lorcan” Manon whispered. She stared at the Demi-Fae as he stared at his still born witchlings. She gasped and swallowed, brushing her tears away. “She didn’t say it, but…she was thinking of you and she loved you”
“I wanted to save Elide, I wanted to save her, Fenrys, do you believe me? I wanted to save Elide” Asterin mumbled over and over again. Fenrys gripped her face tightly and he nodded quickly, wiping away the tears as quickly as they came. “I said save her, oh gods, I said save her. I lost my witchling too. Gods, I said save her, I swear, Fen, I was the only one”
Asterin Blackbeak had broken. Aelin rocked back and forth, Lysandra holding her tightly from the back and Aedion whispering soothing words. “Marion, Marion, I’m so sorry” The Queen of Terrasen said through her tears.
“Aelin, stay with me” Aedion wiped her face with his sleeves again. He looked over at Rowan, who was still retching inside the bin. He gripped it tightly and Aedion knew he was thinking of Lyria and his unborn child.
Lorcan slid to the floor, holding his children against his chest. Asterin started screaming again and Fenrys held her tightly against his body, whispering something softly to her. He threw her over his shoulder and left the room quickly, before Asterin could break down even more.
Manon sat down next to Lorcan and she braced her hand against his arm. Lorcan swallowed and he slowly buried his face in Manon’s neck. “Did she…die peacefully?” Lorcan whispered, staring down at his twins.
“I hope so” Manon whispered. She held Lorcan Salvatere-Lochan and she looked around. She looked at the broken Queen, the traumatized King, and the lost widower, a father without children.
Manon closed her eyes and she prayed to the Three-Faced Goddess that they would all somehow find their way through the dark.
Haha yes. I just did that. Just I just crossed the line. I’ll be waiting for all of you to sue me. Bring it on.
When we think about entering new, uncharted territory it always comes with the idea that we forge ahead. And that’s true to some degree, but often to forge ahead we have to look back to understand what we’re leaving behind. And it can be scary because behind us there are often blind spots. Things we want to ignore. Or couldn’t even see, that can stop us form our journey forward. But only if you let them. At some point you have to let go of the past and stop looking behind and embrace what comes next.
Starfleet Cadets Asha Bashir and Nog, both the first of their species to join. It’s uncharted territory, but they look delighted to be traversing it.
Cadet uniforms in my AU have more colour bands. This is because with the sheer range of different shapes and sizes of aliens wearing the uniform, the single colour band around the neck may not be visible or even possible. Colour bands around the neck but also a few of the limbs seems like a good practical way to be sure that the division is clear from any angle. For Asha and Nog, one colour band would have been fine, but there’s more on there anyway. Next time I draw an alien starfleet officer, I’ll probably apply the same changes to the full uniform.
Speaking of uniform: I’ve drawn it before but haven’t really talked much about how Ferengi wings + clothing works. Ferengi are flightless, and like Cardassians they’re primarily quadruped with bipedal capability. The wings aren’t used for anything practical at all, and haven’t been for as long as Ferengi in their modern form have existed - they’re only still around (and still big) because they’re considered attractive, pretty much. For this reason, there’s no disadvantage to the multitude of piercings Ferengi have along the membranes in order to hook fabric and accessories around the arm and digit. You can see some of the piercings and hooks in this earlier art of Quark from two years ago.
you are uncharted territory
i’m still foreign to you
i’m learning your terrain
understanding your customs
adopting your tongue
invite me to you
embrace me as your visitor
let me explore the beauty of your strangeness
until only beauty remains
I really like the framing on this shot. In full view of the “Improv in Progress” sign, Lucifer and Dan are having a very unexpected bonding moment. They’ve had their sudden realization that neither of them have perfect lives, and they’re now in uncharted territory of redefining their relationship, making it up as they go.
There is still a chance that Ed is not “super heterosexual.” I am not sure how well people outside the LGBT community will be able to understand this, but if you are LGBT it can get confusing. It can take a long time for a person to understand that they are LGBT and what part of the community they fall into.
Keep in mind that it is already that confusing for a neurotypical person. It can take years for someone who has had a relatively normal life. Ed does not fall into that category. He is also still relatively new to love. He has only had two partners and neither even lasted a month.
Romance itself is still enigmatic to him on some levels, so LGBT sexuality is almost completely uncharted territory for him.
Ed could be LGBT and just not realize it yet. If it took this long for a girl to like him it is doubtful that a guy ever did.